Alba
Derek Walcott
Dawn breaking as I woke,
With the white sweat of the dew
On the green, new grass.
I walked in the cold, quiet as
If the world were beginning;
Peeling and eating a chilled tangerine.
I may have many sorrows,
Dawn is not one of them.
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